Once a guy stood all day shaking bugs from his hair.

So we and our elaborately evolving computers may meet each other halfway. Someday a human being, named perhaps Fred White, may shoot a robot named Pete Something-or-other, which has come out of a General Electric factory, and to his surprise see it weep and bleed. And the dying robot may shoot back and, to its surprise, see a wisp of gray smoke arise from the electric pump that it supposed was Mr. White's beating heart. It would be rather a great moment of truth for both of them.

Every junkie, he thought, is a recording.

What scared me the most was when my father would put on the gasmask. His face would disappear... This was not a human being at all.

There is no route out of the maze. The maze shifts as you move through it, because it is alive.

The silence of the world could not rein back it's greed. Not any longer. Not when it had virtually won.

When I was a child, I thought as a child. But now I have put away childish things. ... I must be scientific.